Flash Fiction

Enjoy reading these flash fiction pieces by our very clever Year 8 writers:


Grandma's Early Work in Nepal

by Sankalpa 

The rooster’s crowing wakes the neighbourhood. Grandma gets up, feeds the buffalo and milks her. Grandma’s face is wrinkled and she wears plastic gloves. The buffalo’s tail is curled, its horns are thin and short. She flicks her tail and snorts. 

When Grandma finishes with the buffalo she carefully brings the bucket full of milk up two flights of stairs. The door squeaks like a hungry bat. She opens the fridge and puts the bucket in. She sits on the battered old couch and waits for the rest of the house to wake.

Early Days

by Ila R

Arihi marvels at the stunning Southern Alps. Soft snow drapes the mountains like a blanket. Arihi talks the whole way to her older brother Koa, until she starts eating.

Arihi stares out the car window, picturing skimming rocks across the lake and jumping in the hot pools, disturbing everyone around them. Now, Koa is telling Arihi about the infamous stone grill through their makeshift wall of pillows separating their two designated seats. 

“Koa, look! I see our Tekapо̄ house! Koa look!” Arihi shouts, grabbing Koa’s shoulder.

“ I see it, I see, Arihi. Put your seatbelt back on!” Koa says. 

Koa reaches over to Arihi's seatbelt. “Hey! You're on my side!” Arihi wails.

“Look, we’re here!” Koa says, distracting Arihi.

The car comes to an abrupt halt. Arihi sprints out of the car and into their holiday home wanting to claim her bedroom before Koa. Koa grabs Arihi's belongings she’d discarded on the stone driveaway. 

Soon, Arihi and Koa will be looking out those same windows weeks later. Once snow-covered mountains will be green, blooming with the new life of spring flowers.



Ice-cream at School

by Brodie M

Ice-cream at school is still my dream. I remember ice-cream at 5 years old in those little kid cones during class time. Sitting on the little blue benches with the rest of the class until out of nowhere I was pushed off the bench and still managed to save my ice cream. Ice-cream dripped all over my hands, melting from the hot sun. I slurped it all up off my little fingers. It’s a struggle to stay focussed in Miss Aiken’s math class… if only I could go back to being that 5 year old.

Marker on the wall

by Daisy F

The marker in my hand drags across the white wall. My brother stares at me. “Mom!” he screams and runs away. I freeze momentarily. 

Mom stomps down the hall. “Who did this?!” she interrogates. 

My fingers shake, my cheeks turn numb. I point to Alfie.